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Hit The Lights This Is A Stick Up Don T Make It A Murder

You don't know how much I adore this damp rag soaked in chloroform It makes me so hard to ignore cause I could never keep your attention I'm not one to

you. And this is what I'll do; I'll take it slow (I'll take it slow) just to let you know that we're not playing, you're not walking home. This time

Why couldn't you be one? But it's a guilty pleasure Deciding whether you were ever mine or not But it's just apparent That you weren't ever mine to start What will it

we've known (all that we've known) The cities never sleep when we're gone The streets call out our name, the lights are hit the same for so long and it

're written on these pages, it's written on our faces. I know you don't want this, but know that I need this more than I did before. It's easy to see

play this game so well So well in fact that they can tell But we're on to you (lets go) Cause your act is nothing new And we can see right through it

This is not the end This is just the beginning And don't you know that everything we want Is within our reach at fingertips length We fought nonstop

a watch Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks Slumerican is out of control Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go But I'm a dump

can't resist, ladies [Elephant] This is Elephant [Ghostface] Ghostface this [Elephant] This we have make di girls can't resist [Elephant] This is Elephant